I remember the days when my mother "forced" me to cook. I was angry at her for it. I am thankful now, and so is my husband! I love to bake! I could eat bread and cookies until I was blue in the face! Not enough nutritional value, so I had to learn to cook all that "other" stuff too! Some of my best family meals have been in the French style. Long, leisurely four or five course meals, where everyone talks more than they eat! Every meal is a triumph as far as I am concerned! I could be doing a Mexican feast that takes all day, or one pot chili. It's a triumph that I LIKE to cook! I attempted a low fat version of a black forest cake that just didn't quite cut it. Yuck is a good word.